They were right in the living room, whose open layout gave them a straight view all the way up to the top of the villa.
From where they stood, the ceiling, more than a thousand meters overhead, was nothing but a blurry patch of white.
Sukuna tipped his head back, at a loss for words.
"...From what he said, don't tell me that special grade curse is up on the roof... Damn, a normal jujutsu sorcerer couldn't handle this, could they? How many people could climb that high?"
Climbing the interior walls meant scaling a reverse incline, and there were barely any footholds. Even a Grade 1 Sorcerer would struggle to reach that height with curses getting in the way.
He lowered his head to look at Megumi Fushiguro, only to notice that his breathing was strangely uneven.
They had been resting on this platform for quite a while, yet Megumi Fushiguro was still audibly panting, as though he had been running at full speed without ever stopping.
"Megumi Fushiguro? What's wrong?"
Alarmed, he immediately applied Reverse Cursed Technique to Megumi Fushiguro.
"I'm... hah... fine..."
Under the effects of Reverse Cursed Technique, Megumi Fushiguro's panting slowed a little, but it still didn't stop entirely.
Something really was wrong...
He turned his attention to his own body, feeling for any changes, and immediately discovered that his cursed energy was draining away at an extremely slow but steady rate-
That constant loss of cursed energy was leaving him in increasingly poor condition.
What was going on... Could this space absorb cursed energy too?
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the direction in which his cursed energy was flowing-then a faint, almost imperceptible translucent thread appeared in his awareness.
An unnatural, translucent white thread extended out of thin air and attached itself